dead squirrel

feels good to take it in deep
an adventure in living I experience
unlike my friend the dead squirrel lying on the sidewalk
on my way to work
on his back, with mouth gasping, as if to exhale,
“Oh and only in my last days,
did I struggle to hoard my winter feed
and make my long term bed,
only to expire the day of frost.”

but we walk by
and step out of the way
not out of courtesy for the deceased
or worry over this squirrel’s appearance
but rather ours
on our way to work.

tell me, who is more animal?
who is more human?